Three 40's of Mickeys, is no excuse to be naked at Baskin Robins.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
I'm going to have to call in sick tomorrow. After this weekend, there's no way I can handle hearing the accountants talk about double entry without puking.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
I was really sad when you left and cried. And i don't know what a face promise is, but apparently i made you make one.
Because you know it would be fucking amazing to get trashed and shatter the dreams of 12 year old girls. I might get a shirt.
Wouldn't it be fantastic if the corporate world cared less about about our GPA and focused more on our mastery of social drunkenness?
We need large glitter to throw at people to signify our mystic nature
Fuck their feelings and their drinks they will get hit with sparkly confetti
You know you're sufficiently drunk when the 411 dude just says, "Fuck it! I'll Google that shit for you, what movie do you want to see?" and proceeds to give you showtimes for 3 different theatres.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
It's the Ides of March, motherfucker. That means we're supposed to daydrink, right?
I knew it was all downhill from there when the straight vodka I was drinking tasted like water.
My fuck buddy and I talked about Amelia Bedilia for ten minutes before having sex. I think I'm in love.
He keeps singing a song about someone called the dayman.
....fighter of the Nightman?
I snuck a teenager into a club last nite, I felt like such a criminal. It was Awsome
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